When Things get Really Bad on this Earth
SOMEONE WROTE TO ME RECENTLY: “When things get really bad on this earth, I won’t stand a chance… I know that I’ll crack, because when I really look at myself all I can see is weaknesses. I am an utter disappointment, weak and full of shit.” Those are deeply affecting words. Yet it is the kind of self-judgement which I often hear from people who come to me for counselling about the state of the world and how to handle it. So many people perceive themselves as being fearful and so lacking in courage that they think when the heat is turned up in the rundown to the final denouement of this present aeon, they will acquiesce to the wishes of the power elite. For the time is coming when the cat will really be out of the bag and governments — instead of continuing their deceptive pretence of being benevolent and protective — will show their true totalitarian face and there will be mass arrests and the widespread persecution of dissidents (who they will class as “terrorists”).
Chemistry Set [poem]
When I was ten years old, a treasure trovely
gift was sent my way — a chemistry set —
a cornucopia of crazy risks for me to play.
In those days, health and safety cushioning
had not yet been invented. So a little lad
(for that was who, in those times, it was for)
could diligently blow himself to smithereens
or light a high-explosive bonfire on the floor!
“You’re So Naïve”, part 2
YESTERDAY, I SHARED WITH YOU A SONG I wrote exactly 7 years ago, entitled “You’re So Naïve”, immediately after Barack Obama was elected to office (you can find that just below this article on my Facebook timeline). “The world was riding on a wave of euphoria. The internet was awash with people thinking that the Messiah had come and that world peace was at last attainable. The naiveté was astonishing!” I want to go into this a little further today, because I believe that event can teach us much about how we are manipulated by mind-control and psychological operations (PSYOPS). I want to begin by sharing one example of the tsunami of negative messages I received back in November/December 2008 and January/February 2009 about the song and the detiled commentary I wrote on it. I fully expected such a backlash, given the depth of indoctrination to which mostpeople had been exposed and to which they had also completely succumbed. First, here is the sample message I received:
“You’re So Naïve”, part 1
EXACTLY 7 YEARS AGO TODAY, I wrote a song, entitled “You’re So Naive!” It was written in the bawdy ensemble style of one of those songs which football teams record to commemorate a World Cup championship. 🙂 This was in the immediate aftermath of the first election of Barack Obama as president of the USA in November 2008. The world was riding on a wave of euphoria. The internet was awash with people thinking that the Messiah had come and that world peace was at last attainable. The naivete was astonishing! All the trendy new age people were saying that they had been told by their “channelling” sources that Obama had been sent as a light-bringer and that overnight the vibration of the planet had been raised to a new high. The Ascension was finally here! Really, you couldn’t make it up! 🙂 When I put the song with a commentary about it on social media (which was MySpace in those days as Fakebook was barely two years old), I received many angry messages from people accusing me of standing in the way of the “energetic flow” which this event had caused. One woman wrote that even if it was true that Obama was just another “patsie president”, it didn’t matter because the wave of positivity which had swept across the planet at his election “had changed the earth’s vibration forever”. In other words, hope which is based entirely on falsehood and deception is to be welcomed. Eight years later, I see no improvement either in the state of the earth or in the extent of that dippy way of thinking, which is now even more widespread in its hold on people’s minds. Honestly, I wonder if “stupidity” would be a better word than naivete, using it in its base meaning of being in a stupor. Or maybe “wilful ignorance” would be even better. For the truth is plain for all to see but the majority refuse to acknowledge it and either accuse truthtellers of being “conspiracy theorists” or lose themselves in pseudo-spiritual fantasies about imaginary channellings, energy fields and “Ascensions”. I could write a whole book about this! Anyway, here are the lyrics of “You’re So Naive”:
Where are the “Goodies”? [sonnet]
When I was just a little boy of ten,
in all the books and comics that I read,
I could take comfort in this fact back then:
That by the end, the baddies would be dead.
No matter what malevolence I saw;
whatever evil deeds they did commit,
I noticed by the end the rule of law
had been enforced and darkness took a hit.
Gulliver’s Travels
I WONDER WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF EVERY HUMAN BEING READ Part 4 of Jonathan Swift’s didactic satirical novel, “Gulliver’s Travels” (written in 1735), portraying Gulliver’s visit to a Land where horses (called Houyhnhnms) are the primary species who rule with wisdom, grace and love, while humans are merely a disgusting lower order of species called Yahoos. Maybe a few lights would switch on… 😉
This is just the Beginning
“THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING!” Those were the words I wrote in the aftermath of the Charlie Hebdo massacre at the beginning of this year, accompanied by a large article giving the background to the incident and putting it in its true context (that article is available to you if you ask me for it). Actually, IT had begun long before. The “it” to which I am referring is World War 3, which is not a war in the conventional sense, for it is the first war which solely involves mind-control and psychological operations (PSYOPS) carried out by the intelligence [sic] networks of the major countries in the world (with the CIA, MI6 (or SIS) and Mossad as the prime movers). The overall purpose of WW3 — its endgame, if you will (which is merely the prelude to a far more sinister phase which I will not speak of here) — is to render whole populations so cowed and fearful and proxy-vengeful by the acts of terrorism and chaos breaking around them that they will be perfectly happy for their governments to wage serial wars in countries which the power elite wish to destabilise and take over, as well as being agreeable to those governments implementing tentacular “security” legislation which could have come straight off the pages of Orwell’s novel “1984”.
Remembrance Day
IT’S STRANGE BUT EVERY YEAR, AS NOVEMBER APPROACHES, a kind of heaviness overtakes me which doesn’t leave me until well after the 11th (Armistice Day/Remembrance Day in Europe and Veterans Day in the US). In the last few years that period has produced a powerful melancholy poem about War from me. It’s as if the whole weight of the futility and hubristic evil of War — especially the First World War — weighs down on me, as my essence comes out in empathy with those whose lives were worthlessly squandered and also with the hell of their experiences. That war is like a hideous abscess on the arse of humanity. And when I respond to those deep feelings by writing something about war — whether a poem or an essay — it’s as if I keep the fire burning of all the young poets in the trenches who were sacrificed to satisfy the madness of the psychopathic power-players who designed that war while they sipped sherry on the lawn. Although I could mention names such as Isaac Rosenberg, Ivor Gurney or Siegfried Sassoon, I’m thinking especially of the beautiful Wilfred Owen, the officer who died aged 25 along with more than 1000 others in the battle at the crossing of the bridge over the Sambre–Oise Canal on November 4th 1918 — just one week before Armistice Day. All his war poems, written within the space of one hellish year, were published posthumously.
The Deconstructed Bully
An Allegory for our Times
IN MY COLLEGE, there was a bully. Not an unusual occurrence, you may think. But the circumstances surrounding this bully were so extraordinary that they merit deconstruction. For this bully was able to seduce almost all the teachers there into believing that he was not only a paragon of virtue but also that it was HE who was the victim of any bullying!
But let me begin at the beginning…
From Skein to Spurt [sonnet]
There comes a time in every small seed’s course
when greenness births to shoot out from its skin.
Until that spurt, all latency’s resource
is dormant, held in check — a life within.
And now I’m like a seed which you awoke;
into my downward darkness you brought light.
When timid leaves have through earth’s surface broke,
my tendrons with the sun will reunite.
The Naked Troubadour 